Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

"I love you very much, too. Dad... I thought you didn't love me anymore because you're always busy now." "That's my responsibility, dear. Later, when you have your own company and manage it by yourself, you'll feel what it's like to be your father. But one thing you should know, Daphne. My love has never dried up for you. Daddy always loved you. To love you. You don't have to doubt that, dear." Daddy and I hugged for a very long time. It was like we were in a sea of feelings, and we went into the water to drown ourselves and explore each other's feelings.

Daddy unzips his leather pants and I blush as I realise I've gotten my wetness on his pants. "You're so wet whore, dripping everywhere," Master says as he shoves two fingers between my legs and rubs my pussy. The squelching noises coming from how wet I am makes me blush a deep red and avoid eye contact. "Look at me darling," Daddy says and I look as he holds my chin gently. "You're such a good boy getting wet for us." "Thank you daddy," I mumble and I feel a sharp slap on my asscheek. "Speak up boy," Master says harshly.

It's also going to be mafia themed. With this, Daddy's Naughty Secret has finally come to an end. I'm glad you enjoyed the book and followed through despite everything. Thank you for your views, your likes and comments. I hope to see you all when I'm back with a new book ( it might not be the book two of DNS though ).

I don’t know what came over me, and why I grabbed Daddy’s cock like that. As he spanks me again and again, heat pools in my pussy and my back arches. I tilt my hips back, feet edging apart. I can feel the damp slicking my inner thighs. Daddy does too, stopping to slide his hand between my legs. “You’re wet, little girl.” “Yes,” I squeak. “Why is that?” he says, holding me by the neck. I feel the large warm bulge in his pants and squirm. “Why are you hard?”

"Mr. Wilson, stop. We can't do this." "What were you begging Daddy for, baby girl?" I bit back a moan. "None of your business." He lowered his head but kept his eyes on me as he pulled my legs down and tossed them over his shoulder. He ran his nose along my slick entrance, and I felt the growl vibrate through me. "So fucking wet. Jesus Christ, Mila, tell me who got you this fucking wet?" "No." "You don't get to tell Daddy no." My eyes widened. "Who said you're my Daddy?"

Uncle said sensually to me as if he's compelling me to just go on with the flow and before I knew it we were now inside my dad's room. Fuck! Dad's gonna burn me in hell for this. "Look at your father, he's only wearing a tight and thin boxer brief." Uncle suddenly said and I don't know what got into me but I felt a rush of lust and excitement in my body as I quickly looked into the bed where dad is peacefully sleeping, he's only wearing a boxer brief and his hands were caressing his bulge, I think dad is having wet dreams right now. I know that at this point I should have to be bothered because fucking shit, my daddy is lying on the bed almost naked and I don't know why I'm getting a hard-on

“You’re squirming around a lot on me baby girl. That tight little ass feels real good moving against Daddy’s cock like that. You feel how hard you’re making me?” My breath hitched hard in my throat. Daddy. The word hit me low in my stomach. I wanted to tell him no, to push his hands away, but instead I stayed frozen there, biting down on my lower lip as another bump made me grind slowly along his thick length. My panties were starting to stick to me because I was getting wet. Really wet. The sun dipped lower, making the inside of the car darker and more private. Mom turned the radio on low and kept chatting away.

The pain turned into delicious heat between my legs. “You are dripping already,” he said while sliding his fingers along my wet folds. “Your guilt makes you wetter. Tell me how much you need Daddy’s cock.” I pushed back against his hand and moaned. “Please fuck me hard, Daddy. Stretch your dirty little secret with that thick cock. I need it so deep I cannot think about Jake anymore.”

“So wet, Daddy. I can feel it dripping down my thighs.” His eyes darkened further. He finally slid two thick fingers between my legs, parting my smooth, swollen folds with deliberate slowness. The moment his fingertips brushed my slick entrance, a needy whimper escaped my throat. I was soaked, embarrassingly so. My juices coated his fingers instantly as he explored me, gliding up to circle my swollen clit with teasing pressure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, the curse sounding filthy coming from his mouth. “You’re dripping for me. Your little pussy is soaking wet just from your Daddy touching your tits. That boy last night… did he make you this wet?”

You’re dripping already aren’t you? I bit my lip and typed back. Me: Yes daddy. I’m so fucking wet thinking about you. I really want to experience sex. I’m still a virgin and it’s driving me crazy. Him: Good girl. I’m gonna stretch that little pussy so good when we finally meet. Send me more. I sent another one. This time with my fingers spreading my pussy even wider. He sent a video.